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Who: Logan
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

MEANWHILE...

[He's a Canadian Bub and he just woke up on the Marsiva. With all the shit that he'd been dealing with lately trying to track down Romulus and deal with his demented son, he might have handled this whole being in space thing a whole lot worse. Instead the feed opens with Logan standing in front of the viewing bay with his hands in his pockets and a less than pleased expression written in his features.]

Damn. Space again.

[It wasn't like he went into space all the time, but he didn't especially enjoy it. He could be seen tapping the glass gently with the business end of one metal claw protruding from his wrist. Well, he sure as hell hoped there was someone around who was a better pilot in zero atmosphere than he was. Besides, at least he couldn't see Galactus out there.

Later when the feed cuts off, Logan will try getting past the visitor's area of the Marsiva by trying to cut a path through one of the walls with his claws. Unfortunately besides making some very unpleasant sounds, he doesn't seem to succeed in cutting his way through. Too bad.]

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[Video feeds are unreliable, but Gambit sure does look young in this feed here. Maybe he's imagining things, though.]

That ain't the kind of news I was lookin' to hear, cajun. Not unless ya've managed to collect enough to share.

[Ok, no snarling, at least towards Remy, that was a good sign.] Well, 'm down to m' last two smokes, so I ain't sharin' those with ya, savin' those for special occasions, but luck would have it ya have arrived after two dear shipmates of ours have opened their own bars. Maybe not as much variety as ya use to, but can't really complain.

Or ya could get lucky 'nd try 'nd get sponsorship from one of our lovely viewers, 'nd hopefully not luck out 'nd get a shipment of cheese flavored beer or turkey whiskey.

[You know, when he puts it like that...]

... those don't sound half bad. I thought sponsors were s'posed to keep ya from drinkin', though. [Wrong kind of sponsor, Logan.]

[That got a chuckle from him over the comm.] This ain't AA cher, 'long as ya make sure the logo be pointed to the cameras, wherever the be, they don't care. Though, if their design is to get people drunk, ya be the worse person to advertise liquor with.

[Although now Remy was getting curious, which was always a dangerous thing. Maybe it was due to Kitty's arrival not that long ago and learning about what happened in her world, but he wanted to know what to expect with this Logan.] So I take it ya 'nd the 'cajun' get 'long in ya world. [Him and cats, but hopefully not with the same outcome.]

[Sponsors like that, huh? Logan wasn't exactly looking to accessorize his costume with brand logos just yet. The X and the A were about the only logos he was willing to sport. Still, it's something to chew on.

This obviously ain't the Gambit he knows. Just like with Kitty.] Depends on what ya call gettin' along. I ain't had no reason to smack him around anytime recent.

...Well that's an 'mprovement, I like ya already. [Was certainly a step up from their last meetings, Remy never wanted to see those claws that close again.]

Sounds like the chat's filled ya in on some of the goin' on's in this place. Ya timin' actually works out pretty good once ya get off the ship, we at a station with a whole bunch of aliens, shops, 'nd bars. Just need to get ya hands on some money, which 'm sure a gentleman, [Ok, there was a bit of a laugh as he said that.] Such as yaself should be able to sort that problem right quick.

[Well, so this Gambit was used to something a fair bit more confrontational, huh? Might mean this one wasn't so squarely on the side of the X-Men. Something to watch for, though not so important while dealing with space.]

An' that's it, huh? We get zapped to space, then go get jobs? Ain't exactly what I'd call quality programming.

[It's like dealing with a slower witted, less interesting Mojo.]

Yeahhhh, ya wouldn't think so. Normally money ain't a problem, our hosts, bein' the good parent they be, give us all an allowance, just had a bit of a hiccup in bankin' this time 'round.

But in the name of startin' off on the right foot, 'm sure I can part with some of my hard earned credits to buy ya the first drink while ya let all this soak in.

Works for me. Pretty sure you owe me money, anyway.

[Doesn't matter much that it's a different Remy. Money is money.]

Yeah, right. [He's not falling for that one.] Shame I left m' wallet in my ol' coat that got destroyed. [Holding up his free hand and giving a 'what ya goin' to do' type of smile.]

Well if yer lookin' to have some new pockets carved in, I'll be glad to oblige.

[It could be a little messy though.]

Ahh, ya a tailor as well as an X-Man 'nd alcoholic, color me surprised. Ya just so talented, no wonder this show picked ya up. [Was it smart to prod the Wolverine? Maybe not, but Remy was never smart in that regards, too caught up on trying to get a reaction from someone than if he really should be doing or saying something.] But ya know what, I might leave that to someone who be less 'nterested on drawin' blood. It may be just me, but blood does tend to stain 'nd ruin the look, short of us gettin' sent to some sort of horror based planet, 'nd in that case, 'll give ya a call.

[He snorts in amusement.]

Different 'verse an' ya still talk too much. [But hell, he enjoys the snark. Better than having to deal with Scott and the gaping hole where his personality should be.]

Short of some weird 'niverse where I get my mouth sewed shut or lose m' vocal cords, think it safe to 'ssume that a given, hein?

Which ain't an offer, by the way. [In case he was thinking that...]

Maybe not, but it sure is sweet of you to say it. [It gets him right down in the subcockles of his heart.]

Yeahhh, 'm just that kinda guy. [No you're not.]

Now don't ya go usin' all that ship as a scratchin' post while ya locked up in there, ain't goin' to do much 'nyways 'nd ya never know, out here ya might find something stronger than those claws of ya's. 'nd as funny as that would be to see, ya might lose some of those tough guy points if ya walkin' 'round with blunted claws.

Might gimme a chance to use 'em more often. [Sometimes it was tough going non-lethal when you had six blades as your primary weapon. Though the idea of them coming out of his skin blunted gave him a momentary grimace.]

Already tried the walls, some. Dunno what they're made from, but I didn't even lleave a mark.

Yeahhhh, I hear even if ya can do damage to them they just get repaired by the next day 'nd ya back to square one.

Never tried it m'self, I wasn't to big on the whole driftin' out 'nto space 'nd suffocatin' or freezin', or explosive decompression or whatever, though suppose ya got more a chance to survive that than moi. Then die. Then come back again. Then die again. One big cycle really. Plus explosives 'nd small spaces don't really go together.

[He snorts.]

I ain't dense enough to try clawin' my way into space. Some walls are just walls.

[He wanted to just get beyond this visitor's area and see what was in the rest of this ship. He'd had no such luck.]

Some. [There was a bit of a knowing smirk and tone to go along with that word, then again with his work in 'security' Remy knew how easy it was to make something look harmless or unimportant.]

Ya just play nice there 'till ya get dropped off, non? Or for the sake of ya new shipmates, take out ya aggression there before ya get put in even cramped conditions.

I don't need you tellin' me to play nice, cajun. I ain't always rabid.

[In fact, he's had a good long time to work out his anger issues. Something about having all his memories back and dealing with most of his knee jerk revenge issues has done some good in calming him.]

Hey, there's a difference between playin' nice 'nd behavin', 'nd I play real nice with others. [There was a lot of tone added to that one word and a grin to go along with it, no subtly at all behind either of those.]

'nd ya gotta remember, 'm goin' of my experiences with ya alter ego. Then again, would hope he had some control, bein' 'round a house full of kids 'nd teens. That or Xavier be real good at hidin' bodies.

Hm. About that. Ya mind filling me in on what you know about him?

[Gambit here seems to have a distance to his counterpart, unlike Kurt and Rogue. If he's gonna get a frank evaluation of what to expect, this might just be the best way.]

Well, [The word was drawn out as Remy trying to decide if he should be honest about this all or cover his own ass, or if he even needed to. Was it worth the risk that it might make the other man angry, especially if he ended up on the WonderDuck... things could get messy.

Then again, Remy did like risks.] Didn' know... 'him' personally that well, I was one of Magneto's minions back then before I left New York, 'nd never really faced him on the battle field. [Then again, there was that time in Tibet.] But there was once when I actually worked with him 'nd, unfortunately Fluffy, tryin' to stop- [Then stopping before he said 'Mystique from wakin' Apocalypse up by usin' Rogue', realizing that it wasn't his story, it was her's. Instead he finished up with;] Apocalypse from wakin' up. Didn' work out that well.

Other than that, [No reason to tell him about Remy's kidnapping of Rogue either. That didn't need to come up, especially if this Logan had a soft spot for his Rogue like the one in his world did for the girl.] Didn' really get a chance to run 'nto him. But from what I did pick up, he the team's main teacher from what I got, at least with combat 'nd bein' in the field. Don't always go out with the team, only when things tend to get real bad.

[Teacher, then. That isn't so different. He's done plenty of that in his time with the X-Men, at least once he got more settled in. Main teacher, not so much. Though the notion of him not going out on missions seems pretty unlike him.]

Are all the X-Men as young as Kurt is?

[Rogue is older - sure, but she also said she'd spent plenty of time in some other place.]